I'll stay here
Away from everything, away from you.
To tame only my own ideas.
Oh, I have a lot to do.
But the days bore me.
Don't come looking for me,
I want to dream.
I don't want to come undone
so wake me up when Friday comes.
Sleep all day and through the night,
when Friday comes it'll be alright.
Life is a mystery,
A present that gets lost.
I would like to fly, without the fear of falling.
Forget the laws of our drawn paths,
I can draw my own.
In the image of my of my ideas and the story that I want to leave.
Oh, I have a lot to do.
But the days bore me.
Don't come looking for me,
I want to dream.
I don't want to come undone
so wake me up when Friday comes.
Sleep all day and through the night,
when Friday comes it'll be alright.
I spent nights searching for my way to please,
Today I live,
and I have no more to do.
I don't want to come undone
so wake me up when Friday comes.
Sleep all day and through the night,
when Friday comes it'll be alright.